I'm continuing therapy. I'm happy with how things are going. I think I'm making progress. It is also making sense that I have to fix myself before other things will get better. As soon as things start to look up my life throws another fucked up ball into my court.

My dog was killed. I feel horrible. Maybe I didn't do enough to save him or maybe people are just showing their true colors. I'm starting to think this house, this sense of being is tearing Taco and I limb from limb. I need to get out.

Fuck your god. I believe the life of an animal is just as important as that of an aborted fetus you care so much about. I notice how you justify everything with your so-called god. How you ignore your own husband and son’s wants and needs. You try to suffocate them and keep them in this box. How you’ve slowly started to do it to my daughter and myself. You get rid of everything that you don’t think fits into your idea of a perfect life. I do not believe in god and will not teach my daughter to believe in that fucking lie. I can no longer live in a home that is sucking the very life out of my. I’ve tried to conform and live here peacefully; I’ve kept myself hidden from you because I fear you. I’ve kept myself trapped in this fucking hell hole so my daughter could have a roof over her head. I’ve kept my mouth shut when you speak your mindless republican bullshit and your homophobic remarks. I’ve tried to keep the peace between you and your son when all he wanted was to have a mother that would support him. I’ve sat here, right here, and ate everything away! I cannot be trapped here anymore! You killed him. You killed an innocent life. He was just like all of those abortions you cry for. You’re no better than what you claim to hate. I don’t care that he was just a dog to you, he was mine. You weren’t there when I had to wake up in the middle of the night to feed him from a bottle. You didn’t help when I would steal food so he could eat and I would go hungry. You weren’t there for him when he needed warmth and he slept in my sweatshirt. I saved him from dying when he was a baby, but I couldn’t save him from you. I hate myself and I hate you. You will no longer trap me and my family and I am certain that we will all be happier without you.